Be happy for not one of us is the same.
We're all different. When people simply look at one aspect in their life they will always eventually be beaten by the anguish that comes with the feeling of being insufficient. As long as one does not compare himself to others he can find real, lasting joy in what he is good at and loves. We all have our strengths and weaknesses we've received from birth, till now. Do not let the louder, sonorous, rich song overwhelm your own soft, melodic, sweet hum. For an extended amount of time, I let the seemingly overwhelming shadow of other's talents and gifts raise my own expectations in that exact area in the wrong way. In this entry I hope to confirm my mind, as well as those of others, that having an ideal person is healthy, but beware that no mortal is perfect or better than others simply because of how wonderfully glorified and full their song is. Besides, there are so many other kinds of good music being made, service being done, kind words being said, shows being performed, and duties being fulfilled.
9th grade is when it had begun, for me. I noticed the amazing flowers bloom as people commenced to branch out into their respective fields of talents. There was track, band, languages, history, social skills, mathematics, sports like basketball and football, english, leadership skills, and so on. I wished to be like all of them, but I went wrong as I thought less of myself for not being able to meet these invisible bars of society, because this not only inhibited me from progressing as quickly as I should have, but also confused me in my own search for my spot on the branch.
10th grade was one of my worst grades, I now know, because of the effects my 9th grade brains reasoning. I expected an overwhelming amount out of color, mixture, spots and stripes, out of me and it's possible that I wasn't even on the right tree! I continue to dream the absence of a La Crosse stick, burning muscles, making a good pass with a soccer ball, or the blood rush to my head as I stall, hanging upside down on the suspended rings. In thrusting the bar up on my education, in envy of others, I missed the point of my strengths and struggled with my weaknesses. Refining myself in such a way was, and is, not the way to go.
Be like someone great, but also know that they found what they love to do. One's conclusion of oneself rarely coincides exactly with another's of their self and is ever-forming, so this means that dreams and passions are subject to change or develop in a different direction as preferences, strengths and weaknesses are discovered. After all, the same bud rarely blossoms as the best, year after year.
9th grade is when it had begun, for me. I noticed the amazing flowers bloom as people commenced to branch out into their respective fields of talents. There was track, band, languages, history, social skills, mathematics, sports like basketball and football, english, leadership skills, and so on. I wished to be like all of them, but I went wrong as I thought less of myself for not being able to meet these invisible bars of society, because this not only inhibited me from progressing as quickly as I should have, but also confused me in my own search for my spot on the branch.
10th grade was one of my worst grades, I now know, because of the effects my 9th grade brains reasoning. I expected an overwhelming amount out of color, mixture, spots and stripes, out of me and it's possible that I wasn't even on the right tree! I continue to dream the absence of a La Crosse stick, burning muscles, making a good pass with a soccer ball, or the blood rush to my head as I stall, hanging upside down on the suspended rings. In thrusting the bar up on my education, in envy of others, I missed the point of my strengths and struggled with my weaknesses. Refining myself in such a way was, and is, not the way to go.
Be like someone great, but also know that they found what they love to do. One's conclusion of oneself rarely coincides exactly with another's of their self and is ever-forming, so this means that dreams and passions are subject to change or develop in a different direction as preferences, strengths and weaknesses are discovered. After all, the same bud rarely blossoms as the best, year after year.
posted by Sir Radish at 11:34 PM
3 Comments:
I hope you don't mind me reading and commenting on your blog, but I just was on Rachel's and was like I thought I might take a look at your blog. I read this, and I was like wow! But I really wanted to say thanks because I am dealing with some of the same issues of feeling like I'm never good enough, comparing myself to others, and feeling frusterated. I just wanted to say thanks for writing this blog. It helped me feel better. I love what you wrote, "Be like someone great, but also know that they found what they love to do." Thanks again.
Hello there Windy. I'm pleased you found it helpful. Thank YOU for reading! :) Fare well in your travels and good luck in your own endeavors.
I love your flower metaphor. It's hard to imagine that, say, I could be as amazing as the person I was talking about in my blog, but it's easier to understand now that I have this vivid visual in my head. Thanks for that :)
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